Archive of Our Own

JUNE

They’ve been fucking around for so long that Jisung isn’t quite sure of when it all started.

There’s something deeper that lurks beneath the surface, something that neither of them want to acknowledge, but something that Jisung feels every time Chenle’s lips linger just a bit too long, every time they fuck in missionary simply because Chenle says he wants to see Jisung’s face. It slips through the cracks like water through the leak in Chenle’s ceiling that Jisung stares up at when Chenle fucks his fingers into him, the same leak that Chenle refuses to get fixed despite the mold that threatens to grow.

Jisung huffs against Chenle’s lips, hands cradling his face as his hips pin him harder against the wall, kisses wet and sloppy.

They’ve been making out since they got in the uber after dinner, the same dinner that Chenle planned for them to talk about… whatever this is.

“Get on your knees,” Chenle whispers against Jisung’s lips, the hands resting against his hips pushing him down to make his message clear.

Jisung does so without a fight, wasting no time to start unbuckling Chenle’s pants. He’s done this so many times that his hands don’t shake anymore, and it's almost like second nature.

Chenle’s hand drops down to Jisung’s hair, and Jisung expects a sharp tug or a firm push. He braces for impact, and much to his surprise, he’s met with neither of those. Instead, Chenle’s fingers start brushing through the locks slowly.

“You should grow this out,” Chenle comments quietly, scratching over Jisung’s scalp. “It’d look nice.”

Huh?

“My hair?” Jisung asks, glancing up through his lashes and furrowing his eyebrows curiously.

Chenle hums in acknowledgement and nods, fingers playing with the strands gently. “Yeah.”

Jisung stays silent, unbuttoning Chenle’s jeans in silence and pulling them down to his knees. He does his best to act unaffected by the hand in his hair, and when he finally gets Chenle’s cock in his mouth, he reaches a hand up and pushes down on Chenle’s hand for more.

“You want me to fuck your mouth?” Chenle asks breathily, hand sliding down to cup Jisung’s cheek gently.

“Mhm,” Jisung hums around Chenle’s cock, reaching a hand up to rake his nails over Chenle’s stomach, causing Chenle to buck his hips and moan pathetically.

To get his point across, Jisung’s hands go to hold Chenle’s hips, pulling him forward roughly.

“You’re insane,” Chenle says through a breath of laughter, hand tightening in Jisung’s hair and pulling his head forward sharply, hips snapping forward to meet him halfway.

SEPTEMBER

Jisung wakes up to a soft call of his name, along with someone shaking his body gently. He furrows his eyebrows as he sits up, squinting as he takes in his surroundings.

“You fell asleep,” Chenle says, and Jisung can practically hear the soft smile on his face.

His heart drops as he takes it all in. Chenle’s hair is wet, presumably from showering. Jisung usually leaves when Chenle showers, especially on nights like tonight, where Chenle is pent up enough that he asks to top.

There have been exceptions, mainly when both of them are too spent to move, but they both want to spare themselves the awkwardness.

“Sorry,” Jisung murmurs sleepily, already reaching for his clothes.

Chenle is silent for a moment, and Jisung hears him shifting around beside him as he pulls his shirt on.

“You don't have to leave, you know.”

Jisung stiffens from the words, turning back to look at Chenle for a moment before he starts grabbing for his underwear. “I have class in the morning.”

“I’ll take you,” Chenle persists.

He almost sounds desperate.

“I have to feed Gidget,” Jisung says under a shaky sigh. “You know how cranky she gets when I’m not there.”

When Jisung looks back, he sees Chenle, mouth open like he has something to say. He closes it and opts for a nod.

“I know,” he says quietly, stripping the mattress of its covers. “Tell her I say hi, yeah?”

“I will.” Jisung nods, pulling himself off the bed with a wince.

Chenle went a bit harder on him than usual tonight, and Jisung isn’t quite sure of what's been going on with him lately. He assumes it’s something to do with another hookup, considering he spotted a lacy pair of panties and a matching bra tossed in the corner of Chenle’s room while he waited for Chenle to grab him some water a few days prior.

Jisung knows that Chenle sees other people, and at first, Jisung did too. He gave up when he realized no one knows his body quite like Chenle does. Jisung thinks Chenle knows him better than himself, and vice versa.

The point is, Chenle is acting weird.

Super weird.

Weird in the way that makes Jisung think he’s been replaced with an evil clone.

“Be careful, sweetheart,” Chenle says softly as he scoots to the edge of the bed and rests a hand on Jisung’s hip to steady him.

See? Weird.

Jisung can’t hide the way his cheeks burn. Sweetheart? That’s a new one.

“You know I always am,” Jisung replies quietly, attempting to hide the shake in his voice.

Chenle walks him to the door, and Jisung can't take it anymore. It's getting far too domestic for something they deemed “casual”.

He opens his mouth to argue, to yell, to do anything, and the words die in his throat when Chenle reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind his ear.

“See? I told you you'd look pretty if you grew this out. You should listen to me more.” Chenle runs his fingers through the strands tenderly, and Jisung stands there and lets him, dumbfounded. “I'll text you, yeah?”

What the fuck is wrong with him?

DECEMBER

“You don't have to keep doing this, you know,” Jisung says quietly as he shifts in the leather seat of Chenle’s car.

“It's too cold for you to walk back,” Chenle argues. “You seriously need to get your car fixed. How long has it been again?”

It's not that Jisung doesn't want to fix his car, he actually wants it more than anything. However, he's been struggling to make ends meet since his boss cut his hours.

Jisung let it slip midway through a heated makeout session a few weeks prior when Chenle asked what was bothering him. The next day, Chenle showed up and waited for Jisung’s shift to end, honking at him and insisting he take the ride.

He hasn't asked for anything in return, and to make things even more awkward, they haven't hooked up in a week.

So what gives?

“Two months,” Jisung says, keeping his gaze fixed on the stars in the sky through the window. “I don't mind walking. I need the cardio anyway.”

Chenle shakes his head as he pulls into the parking lot of Jisung’s apartment building.

They sit in silence as Jisung grabs his jacket and unbuckles his seatbelt, the car engine humming.

Jisung turns back to look at Chenle for a moment, not surprised to see that Chenle is already looking at him.

“Thank you for the ride,” Jisung says quietly, earning him a shake of Chenle’s head.

“Anytime, seriously.” Chenle drums his fingers against the steering wheel.

Jisung shifts slightly, eyes flickering down to Chenle’s lips for a heartbeat before he reaches for the door handle.

“Jisung,” Chenle calls softly, reaching over and cupping Jisung’s cheek, turning his head slowly.

The car falls silent again when their eyes meet, and Jisung’s eyes fall back down to Chenle’s lips.

Suddenly, he’s surging forward, giving Chenle a long, drawn-out kiss while his hands grab onto the center console for dear life.

Chenle’s free hand reaches up to brush Jisung's hair out of his face, keeping the pace slow.

“Miss you,” he whispers, and Jisung can feel him smiling.

“Shut up,” Jisung murmurs, grazing his teeth over Chenle’s bottom lip.

“Mm.” Chenle shakes his head as he pulls away, thumb stroking over Jisung's cheekbone. “It's late.”

Jisung furrows his eyebrows and laughs briefly in disbelief, chasing after Chenle’s lips.

Chenle pecks his lips once, giggling as he pulls away. “Not tonight.”

He's being scarily gentle, looking at Jisung with blown pupils.

Jisung almost asks if he's on drugs.

“Why?” he asks quietly. “Isn't this what you want?”

“Of course it is,” Chenle says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. “But, I don't want you thinking you have to do anything in return for me just because I gave you a ride.”

“Why are you doing this, then?” Jisung asks, heart thumping so hard he can feel it in his throat.

“Because we’re friends?”

Ouch.

Chenle furrows his eyebrows, tilting his head. “Did you think I only want sex?”

“Well… yeah?” Jisung’s fingers fidget against the center console. “That's all we ever do, I just thought…”

Chenle must sense Jisung’s unease, because he drops his hands on top of Jisung’s, thumbs brushing over the backs of them. “Just because we… you know… doesn't mean we can't hang out once in a while.”

Jisung’s hands shake slightly, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment. How is he supposed to tell Chenle that he wants to hook up again? Usually, their hookups are spontaneous without much planning or thought behind them.

How can Jisung admit that he’s been thinking about this all week? That he needs this?

He can’t.

“I know,” Jisung says quietly, shifting anxiously in his seat. “Sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” Chenle says. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

“Okay.” Jisung nods, pulling his hands away from Chenle’s, surprised when Chenle grabs them again and pulls him closer again.

“We’ll talk about it more tomorrow,” Chenle says before giving Jisung a long kiss. “Promise.”

Their pinkies interlock briefly, or maybe they cross. Jisung isn't sure.

He nods into the kiss, pushing forward insistently against Chenle’s lips. “Tomorrow.”

Chenle has to physically push Jisung back from his lips, giggling softly. “Get some rest, babydoll.”

Jisung’s entire body short circuits, blinking a few times to make sure he heard Chenle correctly. His entire face is bright red, and he can only pray that Chenle can't pick up on it in the dim lighting of the car.

But he does. Of course he does.

“Oh, you like that?” he asks, a cocky tone in his voice that makes Jisung want to smack him.

Jisung refuses to comment, shaking his head dismissively as he steps out of the car, cheeks a deep shade of red.

Chenle rolls the window down, giggling. “See you later, babydoll.”

FEBRUARY

“Happy birthday to you…”

Jisung smiles wide as Jaemin carefully carries the birthday cake over. He likes to keep his parties small and with the same group of friends that he’s had since he was thirteen.

As he scans the room, his heart sinks to his stomach when he doesn’t see Chenle. He really didn't show up.

Sure, they got in an argument a few days prior, but Jisung didn’t expect him to take it this far.

So what if Jisung decided to sleep with another person? They’re not dating, and Chenle does it all the time. Why is it such a problem when Jisung does it?

He didn’t intend on telling Chenle in the first place, after all, Chenle doesn’t tell Jisung about everyone else he sleeps with.

The truth was spilled right after Chenle got down on his knees for Jisung. He tugged his shirt up and pressed kisses along his abdomen, murmuring something about how pretty he looked.

The silence that fell through the room when Jisung’s pants were tugged down to reveal a hickey on his hip was deafening, and Jisung won’t forget the look in Chenle’s eyes.

They yelled, both saying things they didn’t really mean before Chenle stormed out and stopped answering Jisung’s texts.

That brings us to tonight, Jisung’s birthday. Chenle is nowhere in sight, and even though there’s a pit in his stomach, he’s dead set on not letting it ruin his night.

Despite everything, he still wishes for Chenle before he blows out his candles.

The night progresses smoothly, and Jisung almost forgets that Chenle never showed up. Even when everyone else leaves, he holds it together surprisingly well.

He busies himself as he tries not to think about it, even though his hands tremble so hard that he nearly drops the remainder of the cake as he puts it in the fridge.

If that wasn’t bad enough, he nearly jumps out of his skin once he hears his phone chime.

He sighs and shakes his head to tune it out, but it becomes more frequent as the minutes pass.

Eventually, he gives in.

chenle

jisung

shit babydoll im so sorry im late

took a nap after work and overslept

just got ur last gift im On my way!

sorry

stupid fucking autocorrect

omw**

Jisung huffs and sets his phone aside, sitting down at the kitchen table and putting his head down as he waits for Chenle to arrive. His leg bounces nervously under the table, sock-clad heel thumping on the floor.

It isn't until Jisung heads to his room to change into his pajamas that he hears knocking.

He’s pantsless when he walks to the door, but he can't find it in himself to care. It’s nothing Chenle hasn't seen before. He twists the knob and opens the door, his heart dropping when he takes in the sight of Chenle.

He’s got on that white button-up that he knows drives Jisung crazy, sleeves rolled up to his elbows with a few large gift bags dangling from his hand.

Chenle offers a sympathetic smile, holding out the bags to Jisung. “Happy birthday.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Jisung scoffs through a laugh when he catches a glimpse of the lipstick staining Chenle’s wrist. He goes to slam the door, but Chenle quickly catches the knob before he can.

“Jisung,” he pleads, stepping in and shutting the door carefully. “Let me explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Jisung huffs as he storms towards his room. “Seriously, I’ve had enough of your lies.”

Chenle sputters, audibly taken aback. “My— What?” he laughs, disbelieving. “Listen, I’ve done some shitty things to you, but never have I ever lied to you.”

Jisung laughs, shaking his head as he pulls his pajama pants on. “Who is she?” he asks suddenly. “At least have the decency to tell me that.”

The room falls silent for a moment, and when Jisung turns around, he’s surprised to see a slight shake in Chenle’s hands.

“Can we at least talk about this over some wine?” he asks softly, reaching into one of his many gift bags and pulling out a bottle of Pinot Noir.

Huffing, Jisung snatches the bottle from Chenle’s hand and pushes past him to go to the kitchen.

“I had it chilling in the fridge while I napped, it might be a little warm now,” Chenle explains softly. “I know you like it cold.”

It’s infuriating how well he knows Jisung.

Every little quirk, every little movement of his body, everything. Chenle knows him inside and out, almost like he crawled into Jisung’s skin and studied him from the inside out.

Jisung shakes his head dismissively, grabbing the corkscrew that he never learned how to use and defeatedly sliding it over to Chenle.

Chenle opens the bottle with ease, biting his lip in concentration. He takes it upon himself to pour them both a gluttonous amount of wine, and Jisung can't help but laugh under his breath.

“What’s so funny?” Chenle asks.

“Thats a ridiculous amount of wine.” Jisung sits down at the table, grabbing his glass of wine and swirling it around with practiced ease.

“It’s a special occasion.” Chenle shrugs with a soft laugh, sitting down and sipping his own wine. “How was your party?”

“Like you care,” Jisung mutters, taking a long sip.

Chenle’s smile drops. “Don’t be like that,” he says quietly, fidgeting with his hands before brushing his thumb over the lipstick staining his hand. “Tell me about your gifts, I know how crazy Donghyuck gets for birthdays.”

Jisung glances over to the pile of gifts on his counter, unable to help the soft laugh that falls from his lips. “He took Gidget for the night. I have a long shift tomorrow, and he offered to pet sit for me,” he says quietly. “Renjun got me a telescope.”

“The one you’ve been eyeing since high school?” Chenle asks, a fond smile on his face.

“You remember that?” Jisung asks, taking another sip of his wine.

“Of course I do,” Chenle says with a nod. “You didn't shut up about it for months.”

“That’s not true!” Jisung weakly defends, nearly spilling his wine.

Chenle laughs loudly, the squeaky kind that Jisung loves to tease him for.

“Whatever you say.”

An hour and a few glasses of wine later, Jisung can’t stop giggling.

Chenle had the bright idea to play music in the middle of their wine-drunk conversation, and now, he’s drunkenly dancing around the kitchen, singing along to the words.

He bumps into the counter every few seconds, endearingly clumsy, even to Jisung.

“Sit down before you hurt yourself,” Jisung says, words slurring together.

Chenle shakes his head, dancing over to Jisung and grabbing his hands. “Come on, dance with me,” he whines, pulling.

Reluctantly, Jisung rises from his chair, feeling severely underdressed in comparison to Chenle. Chenle doesn't seem to mind though, because his hands are immediately settling on Jisung’s hips, pulling him closer.

“We need to talk about this,” Jisung murmurs, making no attempt to pull back.

“Mm,” Chenle hums, tucking his face into the crook of Jisung’s neck and peppering slow kisses there. “I know.”

“So why haven’t we?” Jisung asks, tilting his head to the side when one of Chenle’s hands reaches up to run through his hair.

Chenle sighs shakily against Jisung’s neck, lips faltering for a moment. “I don’t know,” he murmurs as he pulls away.

“The lipstick,” Jisung starts, grabbing Chenle’s hand with a soft pout. “Whose is it?”

Chenle is silent for a moment, visibly searching for the words. He takes in a deep breath, exhaling shakily.

“Yours.”

Jisung scoffs, attempting to pull himself away from Chenle. “You’re not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny,” Chenle says, pointing over to the unopened gift bags. “I tried to find a color that would look good on you.”

Jisung’s eyebrows furrow, a disbelieving laugh tumbling from his lips as he stumbles over to the bags. He peeks into the smaller bag, mouth going dry once he sees the makeup.

It’s not just lipstick, either. Mascara, eyeliner, and, what looks to be, blush.

“You— What?” Jisung laughs softly, confusion written across his entire face. “Is this a joke?”

Chenle shakes his head, chewing on his bottom lip. “Thought it’d look pretty on you.”

Jisung pulls the makeup from the bag, examining it with shaky hands.

There’s more than just lipstick, and Jisung’s eyebrows furrow in a silent question.

The lipstick is a soft shade of burgundy, similar to the color of his hands when he gets too cold. He’s a little confused, or maybe he’s just stupidly drunk from the Pinot Noir and oblivious as to why Chenle would buy him makeup of all things.

“Thank you…?” Jisung giggles, reaching for the last bag.

Chenle is quick to rush over and snatch it away, nearly falling in the process. “Not yet.”

“That’s not fair,” Jisung pouts, sitting the makeup down on the table and reaching for the bag.

“No,” Chenle reiterates. “That’s for later. Let’s go get you dolled up first.”

Before Jisung can even protest, Chenle is shoving the makeup back into the gift bag and pulling Jisung towards the bedroom.

Jisung gets pushed down onto the bed with a huff, watching nervously as Chenle moves to straddle him.

“You don’t know how to do makeup,” he says, closing his eyes and laughing softly as his hands move to rest on Chenle’s hips.

“Shh,” Chenle whispers, pressing his index finger to Jisung’s lips. “Be a good girl and stay quiet for me.”

Jisung’s eyes open with a sharp inhale, pupils blown wide as he looks up at Chenle. He can’t ignore the pang of arousal that shoots through his body, making him warm all over.

“There she is,” Chenle says, smiling softly as he brushes a piece of hair out of Jisung’s face. “Close those eyes.”

“Okay,” Jisung breathes, eyes fluttering shut as he lets Chenle work his magic.

Chenle shifts slightly on Jisung’s lap, and it takes everything in Jisung’s power not to immediately grind up against him.

When his hips twitch slightly, Chenle tsks.

“Sit still,” he scolds softly, giggling. “Always so eager.”

Jisung whines playfully, shutting up the second Chenle’s hand caresses his cheek. He leans into it slightly, a lazy smile creeping up on his face when Chenle’s thumb strokes over his cheekbone.

Chenle’s hand is gone just as quickly as it arrived, and before Jisung can pout, the pop of a lipstick tube being opened interrupts him.

“Open your mouth, just a little,” Chenle murmurs, grabbing Jisung’s jaw with his free hand and pressing his thumb past Jisung’s lips.

Jisung flicks his tongue against the tip of Chenle’s thumb, shifting impatiently under Chenle.

Chenle drags his thumb up to swipe over Jisung’s teeth and gums, applying a bit of pressure before pulling away.

“Stay just like that,” he says softly, bringing the lipstick down to Jisung’s lips.

It feels weird. Sure, Jisung’s little cousins have put makeup on him before, mainly at family functions where they begged him to join their tea parties.

It’s different now, being made over by his best friend, who he just so happens to be fucking every week.

“Done,” Chenle says, snapping the lid back on the lipstick. Jisung can hear the smile in his voice.

Jisung’s eyes flutter open, looking at Chenle curiously.

“How do I look?” he asks, a playful lilt to his voice.

Chenle’s pupils are blown wide, cheeks pink. “Beautiful.”

Jisung giggles and shakes his head bashfully, hands moving to the buttons on Chenle’s shirt. “You tell that to every girl you get in bed with?”

“Nope,” Chenle says, swatting Jisung’s hands away and grabbing the mascara from the bag. “Just you.”

Jisung doesn’t believe him for a second.

Still, he plays into it.

“Yeah?” he asks softly. “I must be one lucky girl.”

Chenle’s breath hitches as he opens the tube of mascara, grinding down once. “Mhm,” he hums, leaning closer. “Smart one, too.”

Jisung whimpers softly as he rolls his hips up, already half-hard. “Chenle,” he exhales, cheeks reddening.

“Look up,” Chenle says, pointing to the ceiling and bringing the mascara wand down to Jisung’s eyes.

On instinct, Jisung flinches, eyes widening in worry. He’s cautious about having things near his eyes, he always gets squeamish.

“It’s alright, it won't hurt,” Chenle says. “Promise.”

Jisung chews on his bottom lip and nods, looking up to the ceiling as Chenle instructed.

“Stop biting your lip,” Chenle scolds, snickering when Jisung obeys immediately. “You’re getting lipstick all over those pretty teeth.”

Jisung reaches up and goes to wipe the stain from his teeth, but is quickly interrupted by Chenle.

“Leave it,” he says, carefully bringing the wand back down to Jisung’s eye. “Looks good on you.”

“Shut up,” Jisung murmurs, hands moving to rest on Chenle’s thighs when the mascara is gently combed through his lashes.

The room falls into a comfortable silence as Chenle slowly dolls Jisung up, and Jisung’s hands get a little bolder, sliding up to Chenle’s belt and slowly unbuckling it.

Despite Chenle’s playful protests minutes prior, his hips slowly push forward in a silent plea.

A few seconds later, Chenle is closing the mascara and tossing it halfway across the room, leaning down and capturing Jisung in a deep kiss. They’ve both been craving it all night, and the huffs that fall between their lips from Chenle are enough to send Jisung reeling.

“Missed this,” Chenle pulls away to pant, sliding his hands under Jisung’s shirt and grazing over his ribs. “Missed you.”

Whining, Jisung nods in agreement, making quick work of unbuttoning Chenle’s pants. He nearly laughs when he sees the lipstick from his own lips staining Chenle’s. “I’m still mad at you.”

Chenle works his lips down to Jisung’s neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses there apologetically. “I’m sorry, babydoll,” he whispers, hands creeping up to Jisung’s nipples.

Instead of toying with them, like Jisung expects, Chenle presses his palms flat against the skin, cupping his hands slightly and—

Oh.

Jisung sees what he’s implying.

“Shit—” Jisung gasps, tipping his head back and whimpering.

Chenle hikes Jisung’s shirt up to his armpits, hands returning back to his chest. He pushes the two pathetic handfuls together, a cruel imitation of cleavage.

Jisung ruts his hips up pathetically, practically mewling.

“Feels good?” Chenle asks, thumbing over Jisung’s nipples. “Tell me.”

“Mhm—” Jisung nods rapidly, arms going up when Chenle pulls at his shirt again.

It’s tossed to the floor in a matter of seconds, and Chenle pounces the second it’s off. He kisses over Jisung’s collarbones, almost feral in nature.

“What are you—?”

Jisung’s words turn into a sharp cry when Chenle goes lower and flicks his tongue over one of his nipples.

“Shh,” Chenle giggles, hand going up to Jisung’s face and pressing two fingers to his lips. “Or do you want the neighbors to hear your pretty noises?”

“No,” Jisung says with a shake of his head, opening his mouth and taking Chenle’s fingers in down to the knuckles.

“Look at you,” Chenle breathes, pressing his fingers in deeper, earning him a gag from Jisung. “You’re such a good listener.”

Jisung lets out a pitchy whine, muffled as he jolts his hips up. Chenle’s mouth works over his nipples with practiced ease, and Jisung doesn’t think he’s ever felt so good in his life.

Still dizzy from the wine, he pants pathetically around Chenle’s fingers, frustrated by his own pleasure. It’s not enough, and his eyebrows knit together while his moans become needier.

“Oh, baby,” Chenle says softly, pulling his fingers out of Jisung’s mouth. “You need more?”

Jisung nods shamefully, tugging at the waistband of Chenle’s pants.

“Think you can be a good girl and use your words?” Chenle asks, a teasing grin on his face.

“Need you,” Jisung exhales, head lulling to the side lazily as he glances at the gift bag. “Please.”

“Go ahead, open it.” Chenle shifts back to sit on Jisung’s thighs, hands finding a resting place on his hips.

Jisung pulls the bag over, reaching in with trembling hands. He furrows his eyebrows when he feels the lace, and once he realizes, his face goes dark red.

If the makeup wasn't enough, Chenle sure knocked it out of the park with lingerie.

It’s a beautiful baby blue, a matching bra and panty set. Jisung’s hands shake as he takes the bra out of the bag.

“Put it on,” Chenle instructs softly, thumbs hooking under Jisung’s pants and boxers and tugging gently. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”

Jisung, still a little drunk and hesitant, nods, eyeing the bralette in his hands. It’s brand new, and when he glances at the price tag that’s still attached, his eyes widen.

“Chenle…” he whispers, looking up at Chenle in disbelief.

“What, I can’t splurge for your birthday?” Chenle asks.

“On lingerie that I’m only going to wear once?” Jisung carefully removes the tag, fingers brushing gently over the lace.

“Who says you’re only wearing it once?” Chenle inches Jisung’s pants and boxers lower on his hips, hands firm and deliberate. “I bought the expensive set for a reason.”

Jisung flushes red from the implications, lifting his hips to help Chenle get his pants off. “What if I don’t want to wear it again?” he asks, knowing deep in his heart that he will, in fact, be wearing it again.

“You know you want to,” Chenle murmurs as he tosses Jisung’s clothes aside, eyes dropping down to his cock, already rock hard and leaking against his stomach. “You’re already so wet.”

Jisung squirms in response, whimpering high in his throat when Chenle drags his index finger up the length of his cock. “Oh, god—”

“Put it on for me,” Chenle repeats, voice barely above a whisper.

Nodding, Jisung puts the bralette on with shaky hands. The hem rests right on top of his ribs, the lacy, see-through fabric brushing over his already-stiff nipples causing him to shiver.

Chenle reaches forward and feels him up through the bra, cupping his hands around Jisung’s small pecs. “Look at you,” he whispers in awe. “The panties now.”

With the help of Chenle, Jisung pulls the underwear on with shaky hands, turning bright red when he feels just how tight they are around his hips.

“Did I get the wrong size?” Chenle asks, though, the look in his eye makes Jisung feel like it was on purpose.

Jisung replies with a sharp nod, whining. Every nerve in his body is on fire, and despite hardly being touched, the pleasure is so overwhelming he can hardly think.

“Good,” Chenle says with a pat to Jisung’s hip. After, his hand slides over to Jisung’s cock, thumb brushing over the frenulum before tucking the whole thing under the lace of the panties. “Get up.”

“Up?” Jisung asks quietly, sitting up a bit more against the headboard. He looks at Chenle expectantly, waiting for his next instruction.

Chenle slides into bed beside Jisung, laying down and patting his lap insistently. “In my lap, come on.”

Jisung finds himself in Chenle’s lap more frequently these days, and now, the reason why is becoming more and more clear to him.

The second he straddles Chenle, there are two hands grabbing his ass through the fabric of the panties, squeezing possessively.

“God, you're so beautiful,” Chenle whispers. “C’mere.” His hands slide up to Jisung’s waist, pulling him down for a kiss.

Jisung nods as he connects their lips, parting them almost immediately and sliding his tongue into Chenle’s mouth.

Chenle’s tongue brushes against Jisung’s, slow and controlled. Jisung, on the other hand, is frantically licking into Chenle’s mouth, the tip of his tongue tracing over the jagged lines of teeth.

He’s always been weirdly fascinated with Chenle’s teeth, the sharp edges of his canines scraping over his skin, his lips, his tongue— it’s better than any drug Jisung could ever imagine.

He tries to memorize each one every time Chenle lets him go wild like this, and it seems Chenle was anticipating this, hence the faint taste of toothpaste on his molars.

“You’re such a freak,” Chenle breaks the kiss to whisper, hands going back down to Jisung’s ass, pulling him closer. “Come here.”

Furrowing his eyebrows, Jisung tilts his head in confusion. “I’m here,” he giggles.

Chenle shakes his head, smiling smugly at Jisung. “On my face.”

The room falls silent, and Jisung’s eyes widen, stomach twisting in anticipation.

“Your—” Jisung sputters, laughing nervously. “Your face?”

“Mhm,” Chenle hums softly, like it's the most casual thing in the world. “Let me eat your pussy.”

Jisung’s legs nearly give out from the phrasing, a shaky gasp tearing through his nostrils. What the hell has gotten into Chenle tonight? Sure, Chenle has eaten him out once or twice. Never like this.

“You want me to…? On your face?” Jisung asks quietly, a little shy.

“Get up here,” Chenle says, tugging Jisung with a little force. “I'll let you suck me off after. I know how much you like to.”

That's all the convincing Jisung needs.

Sheepishly, he crawls forward, knees resting on either side of Chenle's head. He reaches for the waistband of the panties, jumping in surprise when Chenle smacks his hands away.

“Keep them on,” Chenle instructs softly, reaching for the limited fabric covering Jisung's ass and pulling it to the side with his thumb. “Just like this. Lower your hips for me.”

The soft instruction gives Jisung no choice but to obey. He brings his hands up to the headboard of the bed as he lowers his hips, nearly jolting away when he feels Chenle’s breath ghosting against his hole.

“Relax,” Chenle murmurs, free hand holding Jisung’s hip and pulling him a little lower. “I’ve got you, baby girl.”

Jisung shudders, whimpering pathetically when Chenle’s tongue darts out and teases over his rim. He moves slowly, testing the waters.

“Oh—” Jisung’s cock strains against the lace, leaking so much that the fabric has started to darken. One of his hands on the headboard drops down to Chenle’s hair, gripping the locks loosely while his thighs instinctively squeeze around Chenle’s head. “Sorry,” he whimpers, parting his legs a little wider.

Chenle hums and shakes his head, pushing Jisung’s leg harder against the side of his head. The tip of his tongue prods at Jisung’s entrance, briefly pushing past the tight ring of muscle and pulling out repeatedly.

“More— Please, more,” Jisung pleads, grip on Chenle’s hair tightening. “You always make me feel so good, Chenle. Please—”

One thing about Chenle, he loves hearing how much Jisung is enjoying himself. Though Jisung will never hear him admit it, he loves praise. Despite how shy Jisung can be with dirty talk, he knows how to brave it to please Chenle.

It seems his words work, because Chenle lets out a breathy moan against Jisung’s hole, and Jisung is almost certain he’s grinding up into nothing behind him. Chenle’s tongue slides in deeper, thrusting in and out a little quicker.

Jisung’s hips rut down against Chenle’s face, sloppy and frantic. “I don't— Oh, Chenle, I'm not going to last,” he says urgently, letting go of the headboard to palm over his bulge.

Chenle hums as he fucks his tongue into Jisung quicker, nodding as best he can. Usually, he’d pull away at the last second to hold Jisung’s orgasm off, but he seems to have a heart today.

This might be the best birthday Jisung has ever had.

In a matter of seconds, Jisung is coming with a loud, drawn-out cry, trembling the whole way through. His thighs clamp down around Chenle’s head, hands tugging his hair hard.

He twitches and shivers as he comes down, thighs parting and grip loosening on Chenle’s hair. “You’re insane,” he murmurs, panting from the aftershocks as he lazily lifts himself up.

Chenle shakes his head, pulling Jisung back down and lapping over his hole quickly.

“Oh—!” Jisung scrambles to grab the headboard, attempting to pull away as Chenle holds him down. “Chenle— Holy shit,” he pants.

After a few seconds, Chenle lets up, giggling softly as he pants and helps lift Jisung off of his face. “Can’t help myself sometimes,” he says quietly. “You always taste so good.”

Jisung collapses on the bed next to Chenle, catching his breath. “I think I ruined the panties.”

“Nonsense,” Chenle breathes, glancing at Jisung’s softening cock in the panties. “The lady at the register told me how to wash them.”

“You really thought of everything, huh?” Jisung jokes softly, shaking his head with a soft laugh. “Thank you for this, by the way. I missed you.” His voice drops to a soft whisper on the last bit.

“What are you talking about?” Chenle sits up, smiling at Jisung. “We aren’t done yet, birthday girl.”

Jisung smiles sheepishly, glancing down at the bulge straining in Chenle’s pants. “You said you’d fuck my mouth.”

“That’s right.” Chenle nods, shimmying out of his pants that Jisung took the liberty of unbuttoning earlier. “Such a smart girl.”

“Shut up,” Jisung weakly protests, unable to hide the blush on his face.

“You love it.”

In a matter of seconds, Jisung moves to lay on his back in the center of the bed, head hanging off the edge. It’s Chenle’s favorite way to have Jisung, and Jisung’s favorite place to be.

Chenle gets off the bed, pulling his cock from his boxers and dropping his hand down to Jisung’s neck, caressing the side of it gently. “You know the drill, tap my hip twice if it’s too much.”

“You know it never is,” Jisung says, smiling at Chenle, despite the sight of him being flipped upside down.

Chenle lines the tip of his cock up to Jisung’s lips, smearing the precum around like lipgloss. Jisung can only wonder what his lipstick looks like right now.

He parts his lips, darting his tongue out to lick over the head briefly before Chenle shoves in. He relaxes his throat, closing his eyes as Chenle’s fingers brush over his adam’s apple.

“Take it all,” Chenle whispers, breathy and needy. “Just like that, sweetheart.”

Jisung nearly chokes from the repeated term of endearment. He whimpers softly around Chenle’s cock, tongue working along the underside as Chenle bottoms out.

He takes a moment to pull in hard, shaky breaths through his nose, humming to urge Chenle to continue soon after.

“God, I remember when you couldn’t take me without gagging,” Chenle mutters, pulling his hips back and grinding them forward, starting slow as usual. “I trained you well, didn't I, puppy?”

Fuck.

Jisung nods as best he can, whimpering again when Chenle’s free hand reaches forward and palms over Jisung’s pec again. His thumb toys with his clothed nipple as he ruts into Jisung’s mouth, his noises strained and breathy.

“You love having your tits played with like this, isn't that right?” Chenle asks, thumbing over Jisung’s nipple diligently. “That bra looks so good on you, fuck, Jisung,”

In the midst of getting his throat wrecked, Jisung hardly realizes himself stiffening in his underwear again. He weakly grabs the sheets beneath him, hips grinding up against nothing.

“Already?” Chenle asks, breathily laughing in disbelief as he pushes in deep, halting his thrusting. His fingers brush over Jisung’s throat before landing on either side, squeezing gently.

Urgently, Jisung whimpers, nodding in a silent plea. His hips jerk up against nothing, tears starting to well in his eyes.

Chenle has only choked Jisung once, months prior after lots of begging from Jisung, and even then, he was shaking too much to go as hard as Jisung wanted.

This time, he’s a little more collected, it seems. His hand is steady around Jisung’s neck, applying a bit more pressure as he picks up the pace of his hips again.

Jisung can feel the tears stinging in his eyes, threatening to spill as he takes harsh breaths in through his nose. He brings a trembling hand back to land on Chenle’s hip, tapping twice once he realizes he needs a moment.

Immediately, Chenle stops, pulling his hips back and dropping his hand down to caress Jisung’s face.

Jisung’s chest rises and falls quickly as he catches his breath, leaning into Chenle’s hand with a shaky whimper.

“Good?” Chenle asks softly, thumb brushing over Jisung's cheek soothingly.

“Yes,” Jisung breathes, cock twitching helplessly in the lace underwear.

“Go lay down against the pillows, babydoll,” Chenle instructs softly, helping Jisung lift his head.

Nodding, Jisung shakily moves to lay down, eyes shutting and legs parting as Chenle climbs up on the bed to sit between them.

“Tell me how you want it,” Chenle whispers, trailing his fingers along Jisung’s inner thigh.

Jisung whines softly, reaching for the lube on his nightstand. “Like this,” he breathes, eyes fluttering open to look at Chenle. “Want to see you.”

Smiling, Chenle takes the lube. “Lift your hips for me,” he whispers, dropping the lube on the sheets and reaching for the waistband of the blue lace panties.

The underwear are off in a matter of seconds, being tossed on the sheets mindlessly as Chenle grabs the lube. Jisung whimpers when his cock is set free from the tight restraints of the panties, twitching and drooling precum against his abdomen.

Chenle slicks his fingers up in record time, leaning down to kiss Jisung gently. “Start with two?” he pulls away to ask, lining his fingers up to Jisung’s entrance.

Jisung nods, reaching up to wrap his arms around Chenle’s neck, pulling him down for another kiss. He parts his lips instantaneously, whimpering when Chenle’s fingers prod over his hole before pushing in slowly.

“Shh,” Chenle shushes against Jisung’s lips, pressing his fingers in down to the knuckle. “You always get so loud during this part.”

“Can’t help it,” Jisung defends weakly, head tipping back when Chenle starts scissoring his fingers deep inside. “More, please,” he begs.

“You’re so needy tonight,” Chenle teases, curling his fingers slightly. “Let me do the work.”

Jisung slides his hands under Chenle’s shirt, nails digging into his back desperately when he brushes over his prostate. “Oh, fuck—” he gasps.

Chenle mouths over Jisung’s neck, nipping over the smooth skin. “Would you let me mark you up?” he asks breathily.

“I—” Jisung cuts himself off with a pathetically loud moan. “I have work in the morning.”

“Yeah?” Chenle asks, lining up a third finger. “You sure didn’t have a problem with letting that guy from the bar mark you up two weeks ago.”

Jisung goes still from the words, cheeks reddening in shame. “T-That was different.”

“Different?” Chenle shoves a third finger in, biting down on Jisung’s neck for a heartbeat. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“I mean it,” Jisung manages to choke out. “You— You sleep with other people, I just don’t see why—”

“I don't sleep with other people,” Chenle snaps, slamming his fingers against Jisung’s prostate, earning him a loud, pitchy cry. “How many times do I need to tell you that?”

Jisung huffs in annoyance, tired of the constant lie.

“But, the lingerie in your room, and—”

Holy fuck.

The realization smacks Jisung in the face, his eyes widening once Chenle pulls away from his neck gives him an expectant look.

“That was…?”

“For you.”

Oh.

Jisung feels like the shittiest person in the world.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks quietly, a small pout on his lips. “I wouldn’t have… you know, if you told me.”

“I was too nervous to bring it up,” Chenle admits softly. “I thought the whole subtlety thing was working. Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Why would it make me uncomfortable?” Jisung asks. “I’ll try anything with you, Chenle. I thought that was obvious when I let you finger me in the bathroom at that fancy restaurant we went to last year.”

“Jisung, I—” Chenle pulls his fingers out of Jisung, reaching for the lube before he sighs. “I love you, alright? I just… didn’t want to push you into anything you weren't ready for.”

Jisung’s heart nearly stops, his eyes widening. “You love me?”

“Yeah,” Chenle breathes, and he almost looks ashamed.

“Chenle…” Jisung murmurs, a shy smile creeping up his face as he pulls Chenle down into another kiss.

Chenle’s shoulders relax, a sigh of relief falling between their lips before he pulls away to further explain himself. “Wanted to tell you sooner, but then you fucked the guy at the bar, and—”

"I love you too,” Jisung says suddenly, cheeks dark red. “I thought you were mad at me, and I thought you were sleeping with someone else, and I just…”

Chenle shakes his head, kissing Jisung gently. “God, we really should’ve talked about things,” he murmurs against Jisung’s lips.

Jisung giggles quietly. “Promise we’ll talk about this more later?”

“Promise,” Chenle whispers, pecking Jisung’s lips one more time before he pops the cap of the lube open. “No bullshit this time.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Jisung parts his legs a little wider to accommodate Chenle, watching intensely as he slicks his cock up.

Chenle shifts on the bed as he tosses the lube aside, grabbing Jisung’s thighs and hiking them up around his hips. “Ready?”

Jisung nods quickly, legs caging Chenle’s body in and pulling him in closer.

Their quiet noises meld together when Chenle finally eases the tip in, and after weeks of waiting, arguing, and ignoring, it feels like coming home.

“Oh, fuck,” Chenle breathes, bottoming out once his hips are flush against Jisung’s. “Tell me when.”

Jisung takes a moment to adjust, taking a moment to look up at Chenle. It sounds ridiculous, but he’s glowing, the soft light from the lamp peeking around his head like a halo.

“You’re so pretty,” Jisung whispers, eyes wide and glossed over as he nods at Chenle to continue.

Chenle’s hips jerk forward slightly, his head dropping down to Jisung’s neck again to kiss over it. “Shut up,” he breathes, but there’s no real malice to it.

A soft moan leaves Jisung’s lips as Chenle starts rocking his hips, easing them both into it. He tips his head back to give Chenle easier access, his whines growing louder and pitchier when Chenle speeds up.

“I’m not going to last long,” Chenle murmurs, dragging his teeth over Jisung’s neck. “God, you always take me so well.”

Jisung gasps and scratches over Chenle’s back, crying out when Chenle nails into his prostate. “Right there— Please, harder,” he begs.

Chenle obeys wordlessly, getting a little bolder with his bites before he sucks a mark into Jisung’s neck right under his jawline.

“Chenle—” Jisung gasps in shock, reaching up and gripping Chenle’s hair.

“I’ll buy you more makeup,” Chenle murmurs after he pulls off, kissing over the mark he left as he rams into Jisung. He reaches a hand between their torsos, taking Jisung’s cock into his hand.

Jisung cries out loudly as his hips jerk up, trying to fuck into Chenle’s hand. “I’m— Chenle I can’t—”

Chenle shushes Jisung again, pulling his hand away from Jisung’s cock and reaching for the panties. He brings the fabric up to Jisung’s mouth, pushing it past his lips with force.

“Mm—” Jisung whimpers around the lace, taking them into his mouth with no protest.

“Good girl,” Chenle whispers, bringing his hand back down to wrap around Jisung’s cock.

It only takes a few more thrusts and a few failed attempts at a warning for Jisung to come, tears beginning to stream down his face when Chenle follows soon after.

The sound of their panting fills the room as they both come down, completely spent. Chenle keeps kissing over the hickey on Jisung’s neck, visibly wanting to savor the moment as he tugs the panties out of Jisung's mouth and tosses them aside.

Jisung’s legs go limp around Chenle’s waist, hands sliding over the smooth skin of Chenle’s back under his shirt. “I love you,” he repeats, not missing the way Chenle shudders.

“I love you too,” Chenle whispers. “I think I have for a long time,” he murmurs, picking his head up and smiling softly at Jisung. His hair is sticking to his forehead, cheeks painted a soft pink. “I just didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

“You wouldn’t have,” Jisung says with a gentle shake of his head, lifting his head to peck Chenle’s lips in return. “Can we talk about this when we aren’t sweaty and gross?” he asks.

Chenle giggles and nods, reaching down to ease his cock out of Jisung. “My least favorite part.”

“Mine too,” Jisung mumbles, watching Chenle fondly. His entire body feels like he ran an entire marathon, so fucked out that he can barely move. He attempts to sit up, wincing from the sharp pain that shoots up his spine.

“Easy,” Chenle whispers, easing Jisung back down. “Stay right here, I’ll be back to clean you up.” He leans forward and gives Jisung a long, drawn-out kiss before he stands up on shaky legs and grabs his boxers.

When Chenle is out of the room, Jisung finds himself staring up at the ceiling and reminiscing on everything. He glances down at the bra still clinging to his chest, laughing under his breath as he wipes away the drying tears on his face.

He glances down on his hand, eyes widening once he sees the mascara staining his skin.

“Chenle?” he calls loudly. “Please tell me you bought makeup remover.”